Thor tossed and turned, restless. His face was tense, betraying the anguish of a deep nightmare.

“Daddy…” voices called, little hands reaching for him. “You need to get out of there… or you’ll never see us grow up. We won’t be able to play… Come on, Daddy! We love you!”

Thor tried to answer, tried to move, stretched out his arms, but he couldn’t escape. He had no strength. The sand kept pulling him under.

Then a dark shadow loomed behind the children. A tall, faceless man. Thor couldn’t see his